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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() that winter night, your voice sent the sky into flames when you asked about the smears of dirt on my arm city lights, acid rain, wishing you didn’t believe a word when i told you it was to feel alive now that it’s all gone i couldn't show you the garden, roses as red as my
bloodied wishes, black as the nightmares that followed instead i held the spare key under star-burnt tongue until every lie i’ve ever said to you bled through my lips the truth is my hands were dirty from planting roses digging deep into soil with shovels that looked like knives cracked asphalt and neon signs, planted another seed quiet nights, when missing you was unendurably dark soil sank a little with every step i walked closer to light rose thorns scratching my ankles, the hem of your skirt carved stars on my skin, made sure i ignited only for you staining every petal in a flaming hell sweeter than heaven cold moonlight, soaking flimsy petals in clear, hot water wanting a taste of the aftermath burning down my throat misted tip of my tongue soft as rain weaved in your hair it’s nights like this i could believe i’ll make it out alive the next moment i think of nectar dissolving on your lips chains of rose thorns you used to wrap around my neck nostalgia slipped through my fingers in a hazy dream porcelain shards scatter the ground, white like fangs cut right through my bandaged hands, i tried to grasp liquid memories from the pieces of a cup half empty until the hot water started to bleed and i crashed into ruins of blood and tea, the last tastes of you quiet nights, under stars, rose petals wet on my skin they crawl and they bloom and they take away the numbness left of me as i bloom from scarlet wounds until the air becomes reminiscent of your shadow the light i once swallowed burns out in my veins unhinge my body with rose thorns that grew from every wound like a constellation i couldn't touch and vines tense beneath my skin like crawling veins in a world where stars and roses look so much like you break me until i fold into the crook of your smile and peel away last layers of lies, the summer of 2017 you had only found me because i wanted to be found Comments are closed.
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